Yesterday was quite an interesting day. As I mentioned two or three weeks ago, I had to go up to Guy’s hospital for dental procedure. Basically, my last trip to the ‘normal’ dentist didn’t go well: I couldn’t keep my head still, so she sent me up to Guy’s for treatment under sedation.

That happened yesterday. My PA, Dom, pushed me up there in my manual chair; we got there in good time, had a quick coffee, and went in. The doctor and her assistant greeted me/us in that amiable way doctors always seem to have, I transferred into the chair, and, after some talking, they put a needle in my arm. What happened then I cannot really say: things after that are a complete blur. I thought I was fairly conscious, but before I knew it the procedure was over. What felt to me like fifteen minutes was in fact an hour or so. It was fairly surreal, but not altogether unpleasant. I could feel things going on in my mouth, but I couldn’t say what.

When it was all over, I came to pretty quickly. The odd thing is, when the doctor mentioned she was a trekkie and I responded that I had met Patrick Stewart, she said I’d already told her. I had absolutely no memory of doing so, which kind of freaked me out a bit. Nevertheless, soon we were heading home, and after a much needed burger and coffee in the nearby market, I was right as rain. My teeth are apparently not that bad (surprising given I’m always forgetting to brush my teeth), but the doc couldn’t do everything she wanted to, so I’ll have to go back in a few weeks. Now that I know what will happen, though, I’m much less apprehensive; in fact I’m sort of looking forward to it.